At a Loss, For Now.


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I don’t know what to do.

I don’t know what to say.

The truth I speak of man’s demise,

Is causing you to delay.

You think that life is gained by toil.

And conquered by our strength.

And so you battle earnestly.

To gain what you can’t keep.

What stops our growth is plain to see.

It’s the proclamation sure.

That God demands a willing heart.

Not, all the world endure.